Streets of Kingston: Tivoli Gardens

23 10 2011

Tivoli is considered one of the most dangerous and volatile areas in Kingston.  Plain and simple.  We have been told that from websites, car rental companies (who don’t offer insurance in Jamaica due to so many thefts), an AP photographer I met at the airport, and even the woman at the photo store who says she has never been there and shook her head that we had.

You might wonder, “How on earth is a 6’6″ white American able to stroll into violent areas and not be harmed?” Well the truth is it can be dangerous, but we have taken precautions to mitigate the chances.  Our key to safety and learning about each neighborhood and the youth inside it is by being with the right people when we walk in.  The Y.U.T.E. program connects us with CEOs (Community Engagement Officers) within each community who are responsible for recruiting, tracking, and working with the youth engaged in the program.  There would be no way that we could walk through these communities if we didn’t have the contacts that we do.

Reina Gould meeting with a group of women in Tivoli

The reason Tivoli jumps to the top of the list of violent areas is because it is the most recent in the local’s mind.  It was just over a year ago that the “Don” of Tivoli Gardens, Michael Christopher “Dudus” Coke, had surrendered himself to be extradited to the U.S. after over 70 people had been killed while protecting him, pursuing him, or being a bystander in the process.  The locals considered him a hero and a godfather providing food, money, and protection; but the government considered Dudus a thug and drug dealer who had warrants out for his arrest in U.S.

As it was described to us by some locals, the neighborhood literally became a war zone.  The community fought for Dudus, oftentimes to their death, being killed by local police and military ordered to capture him.  The military was shocked with the preparation and ammunition of the locals.  The Gleaner newspaper of Jamaica reported…

“Areas that should have been secured in minutes took us hours to secure as the thugs, armed with high-powered weapons, responded with a ferocity that I have never seen before…One boy with an AK (AK-47 assault rifle) kept the helicopter man busy for almost an hour before a sniper get him”

Tivoli was more somber than Denham Town, which we had walked the day before.  People were a little more skeptical of us and what we were doing but thankfully we had the youth who’d vouch for our cause.  One woman told us that her whole store had been raided by police and she hasn’t had the money to restart; she believes if Dudus was around that wouldn’t have happend.  The locals lost a leader and a father, they are still in mourning.

One older man, who seemed to be the ‘Don’ of the corner, waved with authority for me to come over and inquired about why I had a camera.  After explaining my purpose he said I should go see their chicken coops and maybe we could help them get more chickens to raise.  Jason and I were the only two from our team and were wandering around with two youth but we started to get separated because so many people were talking to us.  Next thing you know, I was walking down the side of some exposed storm drain with walls on both sides, being escorted by two guys I had just met.  After 100 yards we arrived to a large hole in the wall that revealed Lizard Town on the other side.

I trusted the guys I was with, but I had a hard time trusting the environment I was stepping into.  However it wasn’t long before my heart of caution became a heart of compassion for these people.  It was just over a year ago when many had died, true, but there are also hundreds of thousands who were affected by the raids and have to live with what is left of their homes, businesses, and lives.

The young man who brought us into this area showed us where he lived and cared for the chickens. He also told us about how he was captured during the raids and tied up while he watched his friends be killed and similarly tied down.  Even today, “because Dudus isn’t around,” there are murders every day due to small altercations.  This young man spoke emotionally about Dudus and it was apparent that he was still a believer in him.

As the sun begins to set each night, military and police roll in with their full body armor and and heavy artillery.  This is the current solution to keep the peace in the neighborhood, and even then it is not always peaceful.

This post isn’t meant to be political or subjective but to merely show the perspective of those who often aren’t able to share beyond their community.  This experience is exactly why we do what we do, to gain a deeper understanding of the community we are meant to impact regardless of politics, religion, race, turf lines or otherwise.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE: Not every person we interact with is a potential client or future business owner, but some are definitely inspiring.  The children in this neighborhood managed to maintain a positive, often sassy, attitude despite all of their setbacks.  I believe it is our purpose to employ the youth, not only because it creates jobs, but because it instills confidence.  The youth are the future of Tivoli and Kingston at large, they need to know and feel their self-worth.  That is why we are here.




 





The Streets of Kingston: Denham Town

21 10 2011

I’m taking a hiatus from my recap of SE Asia to share my current experiences as I am working in the impoverished and oftentimes the more “dangerous” neighborhoods of Kingston, Jamaica.

I am on assignment with Fairbourne Consulting, a consulting firm focused on business innovation for developing markets.  I am here with Jason Fairbourne and four other fantastic researchers/consultants who have come together on the same premise: Design businesses to create employment for the youth in inner-city Kingston.  One of the primary components to our process is stepping away from the desk, and stepping into the everyday lives of the people we aim to impact.  This is exactly why I accepted to work with Fairbourne and crew on this project, because we are collecting primary data and experiences from individuals and learning their story.  Reservations about going to Kingston?…There were maybe a few recommendations to consider…

“I’ve been to Kingston. Be careful man!”  ”Our bus driver told us to NEVER go to Kingston. He said if you wanna see it, stop at the city limits look in and leave immediately.”  ”Ghetto.”  ”When you hear gun shots, hit the ground and don’t get up until they stop.”

With that input in mind, I still said yes and afterward read a U.S. State Department advisory, “Violence and shootings occur regularly in certain areas of Kingston… avoid traveling into high-threat areas including, but not limited to, Mountain View, Trench Town, Tivoli Gardens…” of which all are encompassed in our project.  Luckily we knew we had our client (YUTE) and their contacts to get into the community and we trusted they had our safety in mind.

Participant of the YUTE program

Through the YUTE (Youth Upliftment Through Employment) program we have already entered two neighborhoods of Kingston that outsiders, especially foreigners, would rarely, if ever, enter.  Every community here has a history, a political party it supports, and needs that aren’t met.  We have been holding focus groups and community meetings to better understand what those needs/wants are to begin designing businesses to those ends.

Jason talking with the youth of Denham Town

We have spent hours with the youth discussing their dreams, needs, skills, ideas, and being toured around their neighborhood, through their streets and welcomed into their homes.  It has been a unique and humbling experience.

Talking with local laborer in Denham Town

Omar Bailey was one of the most impressive youth we spoke with in Denham Town.  During our discussion he was really vocal about starting a business and as we walked through the streets he would point out the different business owners and made sure we’d talk to them. He even had “starting a business” books and asked Jason to look over his business plan he was writing.

Omar's light reading

The most intimate part of the walk was when Omar let us in his home to meet his two siblings and mom.

Omar and his family

His mom was beautiful and showed us the different products she sold from her home; the most popular products were bag juice (a packet of flavored sugar water that you bite off the corner to drink) and individual cigarettes.  Both products were purchased in larger bulk at retail price and she would profit from selling smaller amounts at marked up prices. And thats the way most people get by, they hustle.  Buy something here and sell it there to marginally benefit from the difference.  In addition to her perseverance, Omar’s mom also had integrity.  While in their home, Jason sat down on their couch and his brand new iPhone 4S fell out of his pocket with him realizing it, 5 minutes later Omar’s sister ran down the street and returned his phone.

Some say that Kingston is rough, but it still has plenty of diamonds.

Next highlighted area is Tivoli where a little over a year ago this neighborhood was bombed by police and soldiers.

Bullet holes made by 50 caliber rifles





SEeing Asia in 2 Weeks: Day 1

5 10 2011

This is the beginning of the end… of our time in Bali.  We have been home for two months but I never really summed up the way we spent our last two weeks before coming home.  Between finishing work and needing to get home for a family reunion, Katie and I capitalized on already being in Asia and having two weeks of free time by planning a whirlwind trip through the highlights of SE Asia.

Our thesis was to visit places that might not be the same if we visited again later in life, often characterized by dramatic increases in population, reliance on technology, western medicine, commercialization, and perhaps a dilution of tradition overtime.

So we began our journey bidding adieu to Bali with one final sunrise and settling down for the night in the markets of Chiang Mai, Thailand.  In between that time we made a stopover in Phuket and decided instead of waiting 4 hours in an airport we should take a taxi to the closest beach and welcome ourselves to Thailand with a token meal of Pad Thai and Mango Salad.  It was divine! And perhaps the best pad thai we had our whole time in Thailand.

The view was fantastic and we counted ourselves lucky to have some sunshine during the rainy season… but within minutes of sitting on the first row of tables shoreside, we scrambled inland under protected tables to avoid the strong sideways wind and rain.  As we ate our food, our noodles literally were flying off the fork.  Yet even as the clouds rolled in and we were rained on, we couldn’t help but love the view.

The beach was called Nai Yang Beach and it  was fairly quiet and many buildings seemed newer.  It was only when we were leaving from lunch that we passed by an eery sight, remnants of the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami.

I was inspired by the determination of the local people to continue to work and be so generous to us as visitors to their country.  Sidenote: It was only after living in Indonesia that I realized how most of the victims from the tsunami were from Indonesia (130,000 of the total 184,000 confirmed).  Personally, I always thought Thailand was hit the hardest in terms of fatalities but they ranked fourth with a confirmed 5,395 deaths.  It was all tragic, but I realized that sometimes what the media emphasizes causes another affected area to be less attended too.

After that humbling moment, we returned to the airport and boarded our second airplane to Chiang Mai.  We arrived at night around 10:30 and made a quick stop to drop off our bags and then headed to the old city to catch the last bit of the weekend market.  Some products were unique and others were “same same, but different” as you would find in any asian market (thanks to China factories).  Our favorite item and dinner from the market was a banana pancake wrapped in a crepe and smothered with condensed milk and chocolate sauce.  It was divine and took off the ‘traveler’s edge’.

Street food is an irrefutable signal that you are in a place filled with adventure, and this was just an appetizer for our next two weeks! Stay tuned each day to see how our next day of travel went!





LDS (Mormon) Church in Bali, Indonesia

10 07 2011

Meeting room for Sacrament and Sunday School transformed from a music school room

I’ve created this post to help anyone find the LDS church in Bali.  It was quite a journey for Katie and I to get here our first week.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Bali is very small and recently established.  It is currently being held in a classroom of a Music School in Jimbaran.  I write about our first time attending in this blog post.  Below are some directions and images to explain where the members meet.  Please share with anyone that is traveling to Bali or interested in attending a church service.

Directions:

Coming from Kuta/Denpasar/Northern Bali: drive south on the bypass until you reach the intersection with KFC and McDonalds in Jimbaran.  This will be your third stoplight after going through the Roundabout near Kuta.  Turn right at the KFC stoplight and travel for 500 meters before veering left onto a side road.  Take the side road another 250 meters and take your first left.  Travel that road for 500 meters and at the first intersection will be the Era Jimbaran Music Academy.  Park inside the covered area and you will be welcomed warmly!  Please contact me at mitchdumke@gmail.com for more help or contact the local second counselor (speaks English), Poli at lopo78@gmail.com or call him at +(62) 81210664200. Also Branch President Heru can be reached at +(62) 8311828700.

Click here for a Google Map Link





4th and 6th of July…Double Dipping!

7 07 2011

As most our friends and family were celebrating liberty in the land of the free, Katie and I have spent the last few days celebrating the 4th and the 6th in Bali.

The 4th was celebrated in Ubud with newly made friends Josh and Lindsey Wise and their two lovely kids Jasper and Mirabelle.  We didn’t have a barbeque as hamburgers are quite different here and the Wise family is vegetarian, which really is no problem at all because of the endless options for fresh produce.  Instead we had homemade mashed potatoes, sweet corn, mie goreng (fried noodles) and fresh veggies to dip into Katie’s homemade guac (it was superb).  The night was filled with a beautiful balcony sunset, chatting and playing a game invented by Mirabelle, which seemed a variation of musical chairs.  The Wise family is a very tight nit family who did yoga, played music and drank young coconut juice together.   Just Lovely!

The next day included renting bikes for the remainder of our stay and exploring Serangan Island near Sanur.  The Island is considered an example of everything that can wrong in Bali.  The previous President’s son decided to develop the island and tripled the size of it with landfill but then the whole thing fell apart during the Asia financial crisis.  It is now a refuge and hatchery for turtles and inhabited by the locals who have been there for centuries.

The bike ride reminded us of Kanab smells (cattle) and Montana dirt roads, except we had a beautiful sunset lighting our way.  I feel I should carry my large camera gear everywhere I go, but this is the first trip where every amazing image I am able to enjoy it in real-time with the most important person I would want to share it with anyway.  The point-shoot managed well though.

Wednesday was the beginning of Bali’s largest holiday Galungan, which lasts for 10 days.  The Balinese go back to the home of their ancestors for the celebration and put out a Penjor or what I like to think is their version of a Christmas tree.  It is a single bamboo branch that stretches over 30 feet and is adorned with young coconut leaves and other fine fabrics.  Each one is unique and often houses offerings at the base and placed to the right of every home’s entrance.

Thursday was surprise for us as it is a holiday and everyone has the day off so in Sanur what does that mean? FLY YOUR KITES! And make ‘em big!  Katie texted me on my way home from work and told be to come to the beach and the place was covered with kites the size of cars and even buses!  Everyone was out enjoying the ocean, sunshine and good eats.  Katie and I discovered our new favorite treat, barbequed corn over a fanned fire, especially when a weathered women is doing the fanning.  Everyone lines up at random, grabs a cob when they are ready, throws her 5,000 Rupiah ($0.58) and then smothers it with butter and pedas (hot sauce) from giant tubs.

It truly felt like their Christmas/holiday time.  Katie and I felt like the only foreigners there and everyone was so happy.  Everyday I am here I find myself driving to a work a little slower, walking with Katie at her pace instead of mine and overall just being grateful to be experiencing more of the simple life.  Life is bagus (good).





Diving and Thriving in Bali

27 06 2011

Its difficult to blog frequently when we have intermittent access to Internet, and we couldn’t be happier about it.

Katie and I are trying to squeeze every last experience out of Bali and the surrounding areas while we are here; so this past week has been jam packed with motorbike rides, scuba diving, beaches and a shipwreck.

As I began each day going to work, Katie would head off to scuba diving classes in Nusa Dua, the southern end of the island.  It was three days of classes, dives and tests and at the end of it she came out a PADI certified diver! She had already been on two dives before being certified and the instructor said he had never had a better student.  After her Tuesday class we decided to explore more of the beach in Sanur.


It is a magical place to watch the night come across the sky.  Each evening the tide drops six or so feet, which wouldn’t be much in some places, but here it uncovers nearly a quarter-mile of seabed garnished with sand crabs, starfish and sand drawings formed by the outgoing tide.  As the last rays of sun hit our back, we watched fishermen going out and coming in from fishing near the reef another quarter-mile out.  To our serendipitous surprise the fishermen were backlit by a full moon that had emerged from the horizon, it was beautiful!

Thursday evening I left work and met Katie in Kuta.  Aside from being on the opposite side of the island, it was also a near polar opposite experience.  I had to make my way through rush hour traffic and the hustle and bustle of Kuta and when we met, it was on the beach with thousands of others dotting the near-flat shore reflecting the evening sun.  Considering how much beach time we’ve had since our wedding, I’m pretty sure our favorite past-time has become Frisbee, and Katie is a natural!  I think we are somewhat of a spectacle to Asians, who watch two-lanky bule (boo-lay – white foreigner) throw themselves around a beach. Not to mention I am constantly reminded that I married a celebrity when every Asian wants to get a photo with Katie and her bean-pole hubby.  To curb our hunger we stepped away from Asian fare and opted for Pizza Hut!  We’ve decided that we enjoy American food more when it is in a foreign country; they are cleaner, nicer and more affordable.

Friday I met Katie near her certification school and we paid a visit to some new found church friends who just recently moved to Bali as well.  The Hunters are a great family that live in the Aston Hotel in Nusa Dua where Robert is the General Manager and his wife and son enjoy the amenities.  It is a beautiful location and considered a swankier part of the island with a chain of higher end hotels dotting the peninsula.  We drove home through a lot of traffic and I perfected my weaving skills on the motor-bike; it is amazing how much faster you can get through road jams if you are on a bike.  It was nearly a 50 minute white-knuckle drive so we stopped halfway through at a surf shop.  I noticed the shop right when we arrived in Bali because between all the local warungs (food shops) and artisan stands filled with wood and stone carvings will be massive outlets or stores filled with Rip Curl, Volcom, Globe, Hurley and any other action sport brand you can think of.  It may seem odd at first, but really surfing has been an integral part of exposing Bali to the world and creating the tourism industry on the island.  We went to bed early on Friday because we had early morning plans to explore a WWII ship 70 feet under the sea!

Tulamben.  When people say it, its difficult to repeat because it means nothing to westerners and no idea what it means.  But to divers and locals it is the resting place of the U.S.S. Liberty.  During WWII the ship was struck by a Japanese torpedo and began to sink.  In desperation the captain managed to drive the boat ashore and evacuate the crew.  For over 20 years the ship rested on the shore and at the foothills of an active volcano until one morning the volcano erupted and pushed the ship back into the sea.  For the past 40+ years it has been a estuary for sea-life and spectacle for divers.   We approached it from the beach and swam only 100 meters over black rocks contrasted by neon blue fish before we reached a large school of silver fish acting as the gatekeepers to this tabernacle of metal and life.

The clarity was prime to capture the vivid and ornate coral that attached itself to any open space and the fish adorned it all.

After the dive we watched in amazement as 60+ year-old women carried two tanks at a time back to the dive shop and finished the day in Tulamben with fresh fish and banana juice right on the ocean front.  We then had a couple hour drive through rice paddies and mountains to reflect on all the things we saw.

Since we have been married, Katie has been on 7 open-water dives and I’ve accompanied her on 2 of them.  Tulamben was her first certified dive, and it might have also been her best.  Well done darling!

Low tide fishermen photos taken with Canon Mark IV.  All others taken with Canon S95 with Underwater Housing





Rice is Nice, Temples Too

12 06 2011

So on our first weekend in Bali we spent one day in the south at Uluwatu and Jimbaran and then Sunday we explored the north part of the island.  But of course, it was Sunday so we took our first big adventure on the motor bike and drove 40 minutes to church.  It was great driving the roads of a developing country, no heeding to road lines and barely any heeding to each other.  I see it as this organized confusion or some non-conventional symphony where it seems like it shouldn’t work because it sounds different but for some reason it still works in harmony.  In fact, I think it works better in some regards than the states.  We followed directions we received from a contact and after a few wrong turns and “too fars” we made it.  However, it wasn’t a steeple that told us we were there, it was a missionary couple on the dirt road outside of a music school adorned with black badges that told us, “this is the place.”

The church members are amazing here.  For the past 16 years there have been only 3 members meeting regularly and after a few more members moved into the area, the Bali Branch was established at the beginning of this year.  And just this past month the first Stake in Jakarta was established.  Indonesia is 85% Muslim with the remainder a mosaic of Hinduism (Bali), Christianity and Animism.  In total there were 35 attending the branch that day and I’d say half were visitors.  We met in a classroom that was probably 15 feet wide and 25 feet long and we had to constantly shuffle around to make more room and allow the sacrament to be passed around.  The meeting went back and forth between English and Indonesian; luckily we had two American girls that served missions in Indonesia and translated for us.

Takeaway: People are tied together by the desire to be happy.

After church the two girls invited us to travel north with them and Polimon (one of the original LDS members in Bali).  So we crammed in Poli’s compact car and started driving.  Honestly Katie and I had no idea where we were and where we were going, but it was beautiful.  The longer we drove, the higher the elevation and narrower the road became.  We finally stopped to enjoy the view and took some pics in Jatiluwih, a gorgeous village surrounded by terraced rice patties.  Its currently harvest season and most the fields we drove through were red rice, which is much taller when ready.  Local village-women lined the side of the road bringing in their harvest and the smell of burned fields passed through our car.

We then headed to the coast to enjoy the temple of Tanah Lot.  During high tide, parts of the temple are completely surround by ocean and at low tide you can venture out to the tide pools and view the temple through their reflections.  It was quite crowded with visitors but still a beautiful place to visit on sunday.  If we can’t make to our temple, we might as well enjoy theirs.

We finally neared home around 8 at night and made one last stop at Poli’s friends motor bike shop to pick up some food.  The literally had a shade tent outside their shop with burning coals to barbeque chicken and serve with rice.  To date it is the best chicken we have had in Bali and best of all, its up the street from our house!

It was a glorious weekend for us to relax and explore a lot of the island.  We topped it off one more day on Monday, visiting the hustling surf town of Kuta and enjoyed the beach, markets and warung food. When we tell anyone where we went over three days (Uluwatu, Jimbaran, Jatiluwih, Talah Lot and Kuta) they say, “well you’ve done it all!”  Which isn’t true at all, but it is a great start.  I love traveling, exploring and living with Katie and being in such a beautiful part of the world.  Its important to enjoy the world around us, but we also need to preserve it.  Be cognitive of the world around you, where your food comes from and how your decisions today may affect your world tomorrow.

 

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Bali is very small and recently established.  It is currently being held in a classroom of a Music School in Jimabaran.  Below are some directions and images to explain where the members meet.

Directions:

Coming from Kuta/Denpasar/Northern Bali: drive south on the bypass until you reach the intersection with KFC and McDonalds in Jimbaran.  This will be your third stoplight after going through the Roundabout near Kuta.  Turn right at the KFC stoplight and travel for 500 meters before veering left onto a side road.  Take the side road another 250 meters and take your first left.  Travel that road for 500 meters and at the first intersection will be the Era Jimbaran Music Academy.  Park inside the covered area and you will be welcomed warmly!  Please contact me at mitchdumke@gmail.com for more help or contact the local second counselor (speaks English), Polimon at lopo78@gmail.com or call him at +(62) 81210664200. Also Branch President Heru can be reached at +(62) 8311828700.








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